“Mm,” their lips touched together, their tongues flowed against one another as he battled her tongue with his own. It had been like their tongues were dueling against one another just as their bodies had, his flowing down and pressing into her.

He did not stop, there was no reason to do as he pressed into her with greater vigor behind each of his thrusts into that clenching chamber.

For the time being anyway he had been ignorant of what was going through her mind, his descent altered as he approached her at a variety of angles until he had found one that she had seemed to like increasing his pace as he set upon her.

Whether lips, neck or shoulder he kissed her passionately, a hand strolling over a bouncing breast as he rubbed it back and forth, pinching and pulling against the nipple that he captured in his grasp pulling and tugging on it gently twisting it as he played with her bosom, groaning out as he did so.

Then, as if the news caster's words were intentionally trying to end this lustful moment, they announced again, Missing girl found dead. Prom Queen's decapitated remains found behind Stanton University ...

Anna's body tensed and her hands gripped the sheets of her lover's bed, not in passion, but in the hopes of gaining the leverage to pull away from him.

Her nerves resurfaced, "I'm sorry ... ", her words apologetic, her voice sounding fatigued more then afraid. "I, should ... ", go? she thought, is that what she should say right now, in the heat of this passion between them. She didn't drive herself here. It wasn't like she could just hop up, grab her clothes and drive home. He drover her, and they were no where near her home.

Then her panic set it. What would he see when he looks into her eyes, as she glances back and forth between his kisses and the tv screen?

“What's wrong?” Nijima seems baffled for a moment, noticing her shifting glance he looked over his shoulder at the television. He watched a little seeing the familiar images of the track and field. Of course he had been hard, excited at the very prospects that were so very near.

He had wished to return to those depths, the feel of that warmth surrounding him. The way it had felt without the protection of the condom. He watched and listened, this was a bit too close to comfort for her he had guessed, though his arousal was clear for it wasn't as if this was turning on and off a light switch.

“You wanna stop?” He looked back at her then seeming to make that connection with her and the news story.

She couldn't read him very well right now, if she ever truly could. Caught in a dust storm unable to see clearly, she couldn't escape the gusts of fear and lust that seem to blast through her core. "I ... just need to, go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." Trying to seem geniun, leaning in she kissed his lips.

This was not an exit strategy that would last. She had to clear her head and return to receive him as she always had. He'd never hurt her, she kept reminding herself. The excuses began to surface, one by one, to create a level of security in her mind. Maybe it was an accident. Maybe Nijima is just curious about this case and had nothing to do with it.

What if she just asked about the closet? Fear fluttered inside her again, and a conscous effort was made to push that rediculous thought far away ... her eyes closed, as she attemped to complete the funtion she was there to do. Relief came as she heard the trickles of liquid meeting liquid. He would hear it too and believe her words...

Trying to think only of how good he feels inside her, she walked slowly back towards the bed. One hand cupping one breast, squeezing and molding its fullness. The other hand fondling her clit, finger tips tracing the bud to encourage her own enjoyment. "Better now..." she whispered.

“Oh, well hurry back.” Nijima seemed oblivious to her discovery at least so far. Her kiss left a tingle against his lips and he had little choice but the wait until she returned. She had a few minutes or respite their hidden in the bathroom as she debated on her next course of action.

She returned to him, there was little choice there. The bathroom window was too small to squeeze through and they were on the second floor in the dorms so it would have been a bit of a drop too. And to avoid him for what? She had even debated approaching him though as she returned distraction seemed to work too for his attention flicked from the television where he had changed the station to college football back to her as she drifted closer.

He sat up and encouraged her forth as he admired her body on display for him. Warm hands graced her sides drawing her forth to sit in his lap.

In an instant he stood up part way and turned pressing her to the bed. He grinned at her then took her neglected breast into his mouth suckling against it, eyes dashing up to her face.

“I want to cum inside you again.” There was no mistaking the fact that he enjoyed the press of her body about his without the barrier the condom created.

She wanted his touch to disgust her, just in case her imagined assumptions were to come to fruition, but it didn't. His finger tips went straight through her hips to stroke her nervous system, tingles washing over her once more. Putty in his grip, her curves twisting like clay to his dance before she knew what had happened, and she was at his mercy again.

His lips inspired her moans, void of tortue ... this was not how he would kill her if that was his plan.

The student reached for her own breast as she lay snug in her bed, as Nijima's lips clasped tight to her nipple. Her moans could be heard in her dorm room at the same time her imagined lover would hear them aloud. There'd be only a continued illusion of safety either way the story progressed as Aegir continued to spin his web.

Her ears heard the vibration of tone that poured from his lips, the sound that melted her sex since day one, and she would not deny him any more now then she had before. She welcomed his desires with fingers that began to stroke his back, pulling him closer.

She let out a moan, one that filled the dorm room and Aegir was as fluid as water, one choice leading into the next he was not above reshaping and re-planning as necessary though he was till on script here. Patience. He got more out of it when his victim received more seeing that he sensed what they had he had to be in particular moods for darker elements.

But in her dream Nijima moved her to her back, laying her out beneath him on soft sheets. He smiled down at her before capturing a breast, his tongue swirling about that nipple, a hand parting her thighs before fingers caressed the clit that he stroked over. He smiled around that mound as his other hand closed about her breast. He squeezed one and surrounded the other with his lips prior to moving up a little higher, the flared tip of his hardness dragging against he slit of her sex teasing her before setting against that entrance.

There he waited, pausing, then in he swept the full length of his hardened staff inside her burying himself o the hilt before drawing back out her slowly only to rush forward to fill her once more stopping once their hips smacked together before drawing back to assail her senses once more.

Her finger nails long enough to leave wounds if she wished, but in the moment they traced her pleasure on the flesh of his back. He'd feel her dig in slightly as his long member slammed into her stopping place, a gasp to follow from her parted lips. Repeatedly like thunder in a storm, he'd crash into her earth so deep as to make his own passage to her heart.

Her curls of white caving into the pillow beneath her head and like another layer of skin wrapped around her shoulder and arms to her waist. The only thing softer to the touch was the wonderful layers of padding that gave way to their weight. Her full breasts stood through the strands for his lips to find them aching and full of lust for his touch.

"Nijima...", her voice carried her breath to swirl around the room and beyond... even through the closet door, as she again recalled in this heat of passion.

"Wha-t-s...", "Uhhh...", she gasped again taking his full length, spreading her wide before slowly recoiling... "the ... closet?", her lips finally betrayed the wet desires between her legs. Her legs attempt to make up for her brains overthinking as they stroke his. Her pelvis lifts one would think to escape, but instead to aide in his thrusts...and her moans never take pause to wait for his reaction.

It felt so incredible dancing inside her. That tight sheath moved beneath him and those cries reached his ears as he pressed into her again and again. As they flowed against each other on the bed sheets his lips moving against a breast then sucking that mountain.

By this point he was thinking with his smaller head and thus nearly missed her question

“Hm?” He peeked up, his eyes flicked to he closet then back to her as he disengaged from that breasts.

“Later ...” he answered, after they concluded he would show her though he made a quick assessment of the mater before dismissing it as irrelevant. It was unlikely that she saw if she had mentioned it, though she could be asking about it … but he did not need to distract himself as he pressed ino her, their bodies continually being drawn together, repulsed then dawn together once more.

“Oh … Oh … OH FUCK ….” He was getting close and sped up prior to slowing down after a few more thrusts.
“Oh, don't move -”

His response proved valid as he showed little concern. Not quite the response of a killer, not quite the response she expected. What did she expect really, he is a man after all, thrusting and throbbing between her thighs.

Either way her desires for pleasure at that moment remained in charge, as he paused...

"N-no... don't ... s-stop", she whispered, her pelvis tipping up to feel him even deeper inside her hot soaking hole. She was as close as he was to completion, and feeling him pulse against her walls only pushed her closer and closer to ecstasy and further away from existing in the dorm room that might possible hold the clues to missing women from this campus.

Her arms grasped him tighter as her throbbing bud slide across his body on the wet juices she poured out as the two lovers grew in passion. "Ni-ji-ma...ahh...AHH...", her voice grew louder in her almost violent attempts of impaling herself upon his staff.

He paused and nodded at her words, their activity halting for a bare moment though her motions against him had not paused. That throbbing member return to thrusting inside her moist sex though now his thrusts were slow and deep.

At the apex of each his hips swished against her own before his hips rose off hers to slap back down deliciously slow. Groans had been somewhat muted as his mouth pressed to her first his lips on her own, then her shoulder and finally lavishing attention on her breast.

In the reality of her dorm as these images played through her mind Aegir moved one of his tentacles inside her in a similar way to what she was feeling now though he rather feel her around him he would wait on that for the time being.

“OHHH! ANNAHHH!” He groaned out as he attempted to hold back, stilling for a moment before realizing that it was not possible to hold back much longer. Instead he began slapping down into her quicker before finally he burst full and deep inside her warm body, throbbing violently as he came inside her, resting atop her as he quivered between her thighs, his lips returning to her own to mingle with them and her tongue until the moment had passed.

“You wish to speak of the closet now?” He gave her another thrust as if determining how sensitive he was before halting again or perhaps he was providing her with an actual option here.